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Regional News brought to you by the number 9
Gosh it's a good number don't ya think?
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Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom
First step was touching the moon.
Now there's a woman on my block
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill
Then they bury him with stars
Sell his body like they do used cars.
Now, there's a woman on my block
She just sit there facing the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
All he believe are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.
But there's a woman on my block
Sitting there in a cold chill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker
Heartbreaker, backbreaker
Leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learn.
Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled
Oh, man is opposed to fair play
He wants it all and he wants it his way.
Now, there's a woman on my blocks
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
-Bob Dylan, License To Kill
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Number 9
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Hi...
You...
Should maybe,
like post something...
Give me some milk or go home.
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And now for something completely different. Waluigi time!
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*boot*
Sorry about that. And now for something completely different:
Welcome to Trav Khar, a mystical land of Beatles, penguins, wizards and rangers...
This time brought to you by the number 65 ^_^ It's my favorite.
Enjoy your stay, while you read some more songtexts-
People are in big confusion
They don't like their constitutions
Everyday they draw conclusions
And they're still prepared for war
Some can say what's ineffective
some make up themselves attractive
build up things they call protective
well your life seems quite bizarre
In the sky a mighty eagle
doesn't care 'bout what's illegal
on its wings the rainbow's light
It's flying to eternity
Eagle fly free
Let people see
just make it your own way
leave time behind
follow the sign
together we'll fly someday
Hey, we think so supersonic
and we made our bombs atomic
or the better quite neutronic
and the poor don't see a dime
Nowadays the air's polluted
ancient people persecuted
that's what mankind contributed
to create a better time
Eagle fly free
Let people see
just make it your own way
leave time behind
follow the sign
together we'll fly someday
Eagle fly free
Let people see
just make it your own way
leave time behind
follow the sign
together we'll fly someday
-Eagle Fly Free, by Helloween
Oh hai Nibu, hope you don't mind me messing with the News fader? Again? Right, yours again <_<
now we start over...
Sorta...
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Regional News brought to you by the number 9
gosh it's a good number don't ya think?
yea you do, I know you do
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Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin? high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
?We?ll meet on edges, soon,? said I
Proud ?neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I?m younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
?Rip down all hate,? I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I?m younger than that now
Girls? faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I?m younger than that now
A self-ordained professor?s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
?Equality,? I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I?m younger than that now
In a soldier?s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I?d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I?m younger than that now
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I?m younger than that now
-My Back Pages, by Bob Dylan
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